Healing chains

Her healer: part 3 (periods and their care)

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When Thea woke up, she found herself in Yaroslav's arms. His piercing gaze was already on her.

"You look pretty," he murmured, the first thing she heard that morning. Heat rushed to her cheeks as she blushed. She wriggled, trying to slip out of his grip, but his arms tightened around her.

"Don't," Yaroslav warned in a low voice, the possessiveness clear.

Thea pouted up at him, opening her mouth to speak, but before she could, Yaroslav's lips crashed onto hers, stealing her breath. Startled at first, Thea quickly composed herself and kissed him back. When he finally pulled away, his dark eyes lingered on her lips.

"God, your lips are addictive," he muttered, watching her cheeks flush even deeper. As Thea shyly averted her gaze, Yaroslav's fingers found her chin, tilting her face back toward him. He kissed her again, harder this time, leaving her breathless.

She managed to gasp between kisses, "I need to go to the bathroom..."

Yaroslav frowned, his grip tightening around her. "Are you ready to give me a chance?" he asked, his intense gaze locking onto hers.

Thea stilled at his question, unsure of how to respond. Before she could say a word, Yaroslav hovered over her, his lips brushing the shell of her ear.

"I won't take no for an answer," he whispered dangerously, making it clear that he would do anything to keep her with him. Yet even in his most unhinged thoughts, he knew he'd never hurt her. Not even in his darkest dreams.

His teeth grazed her earlobe, drawing a soft moan from her lips. Something in him snapped. He sucked harder on her ear before kissing her again, his lips devouring hers. His tongue parted her lips, exploring her mouth with a hunger that left Thea dizzy. She tried to push him away, but Yaroslav pinned her hands above her head, holding her tightly, though careful not to hurt her.

He kissed her deeper, harder, until she felt light-headed, the room spinning around her. Finally, he pulled back, both of them gasping for breath.

Yaroslav's gaze was dark, intense, filled with a raw possessiveness. "Say yes," he demanded, his voice dangerously low, filled with need.

For a moment, Thea felt a flicker of fear, but it vanished as quickly as it came. She knew he wouldn't hurt her. Swallowing hard, she whispered, "I-I just need some time..." She trailed off, feeling the weight of his eyes on her. "Ro-"

His gaze darkened, his grip tightening slightly. "Time for what?" he asked softly, though his face was anything but calm.

"I just need time to assure myself that you're not like what Shane and others said about my future boyfriend," she explained quietly, her cheeks pink as she stumbled over the word "boyfriend."

Yaroslav's expression softened, though the intensity in his eyes remained. "I'm not, love," he assured her, his voice deep and serious. "Without Thea Smith, there is no Yaroslav Zolnerowich."

Yaroslav gave her a charming smile as he helped her out of bed, his fingers lingering on her skin just a little longer than necessary, as if savoring every moment of contact. She felt a strange warmth rush through her as she stood up, his touch still imprinted on her.

"I'll be quick," she promised, retreating into the washroom.

The moment the door clicked shut, Yaroslav pulled out his phone. His voice turned cold, all traces of warmth gone. "Dimitri, meeting room after lunch," he ordered, his words clipped. Without waiting for a response, he hung up.